Responding to Genesis ch. 15
Haiku of promise
The great patriarch
has a vision from the Lord;
he's told, Do not fear!
The Lord assures him:
I am your shield, Abram; your
reward shall be great.
I am childless, Lord,
so a slave born in my house
is to be my heir.
God took him outside.
Look at the stars, your offspring
will match their number.
I brought you from Ur
and gave you this land! But how
will I know? asked Abe.
Bring some animals,
cut them in half, make two rows,
said God. Abe obeyed.
At dusk Abram slept.
A terrifying darkness
descended on him.
At night a smoking
fire-pot and a flaming torch
passed between the rows.
God makes covenant
with Abe: To your descendants
I'm giving this land.
© Ken Rookes 2025
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